| Red |
|---|
| I felt the steel all along my back |
| I know when they go, |
| No, they won’t be back |
| So please, take my words, |
| Wrap them up into a prayer |
| Please, when I’m gone, |
| Talk about me like I’m still there |
| I’ve been so lost, |
| Don’t know up, |
| And don’t know down |
| When you find my space, |
| Put me back in the ground |
| So please, take my words, |
| Wrap them up into a prayer |
| Please, when I’m gone, |
| Talk about me like I’m still there |
